End Of The Line

There were rumours there was an end of the line
Somewhere where the single row of homes and shops and workspaces stop
An end suggests an outside
Something better left unspoken
We don't ask anymore
A loop or a line?

There's only one way to know
To walk to the end
There's only one way to go
Just keep walking till I find, find out if I'll cross my path again

I'd never met anyone who's travelled
What's the point when the all blocks repeat?
We used to burn the loopers or the liners
But now we are more discreet

I walked and walked and I saw
Someone's name scratched on the side of a door
I didn't recognise the name
But I've been walking such a long time
I can't quite remember
What I used to be called